||After I did put the four new portraits in the old log, I did follow a path that leads to a path that leads to a path that goes to the
house of Elsie
. I so went because I did have a little
to rock again
cradle. Elsie was making for her young husband a whipped-cream cake. He has such a
for them. And she does make them for him as often as there is cream enough. She was stirring things together in the most big yellow bowl. She did stir them in a quick way.
||While she so did,
did have a wake-up. She said I might rock it in its cradle. I went in a quick way to do so. I did give its cradle little touches on its corner with my fingers, and it did rock in a gentle way. As the cradle so did rock back and forth in that gentle way, I did sing to the dear baby in it a little song. I did sing to it le chant de fleurs that
did teach me to sing of hyacinthe, éclaire, nenufar rose, iris et dauphinelle et oléandre et romarin, lis, eglantier, anemone, narcisse et souci. I did sing it four times over, and the baby did go to sleeps again. I do so love to watch it in its cradle.
||Afterwards I went to look for thoughts. Every day now I do look for thoughts in flowers. Sometimes they are hidden away in the flower-bell and sometimes I find them on a wild rose -- and sometimes they are among the ferns -- and sometimes I climb away up in the trees to look looks for them. So many thoughts do abide near
us. They come from heaven and live among the flowers and the ferns, and often I find them in the trees. I do so love to go on searches for the thoughts that do
Center for Electronic Studying, University of Oregon.
February 6, 2003